Welcome again to the new interview series at 100 Word Story to promote forthcoming and recently published books by our contributors. Authors answer five questions, each in 100 words or fewer. If you’re a contributor with a new book and you’d like to be included in this series, please reach out to us at hundredwordstory [at] gmail.com.
This week, we’re delighted to feature an interview with Patricia Q. Bidar. Her story collection Pardon Me for Moonwalking was recently published by Unsolicited Press. She is also the author of Wild Plums, a novelette. You can read her story “Closing Time” in 100 Word Story.
I had everything to learn about flash! Its unique economy, propulsion, scope. The energy exchange between writer and reader. I wasn’t new to writing—years ago, I studied fiction writing at UC Davis and taught creative writing to undergrads. But the works in this book represent my first four-ish years learning about flash fiction. I took classes, attended readings. Read a ton, and plunged into our online community.
In a way, it’s a pandemic book. Not COVID stories, but COVID sensibilities. Impulses.
I learned I see/say things uniquely. That what I create can touch another’s consciousness and perspective. It’s stunning.
Man, is anything more fun than writing flash fiction? Having glimpsed and grasped a deep, rough jewel from consciousness and shaping, carving so that another person can feel something of what we feel? Also fun: grappling with compression in revision. The work of maintaining and even amplifying meaning, while making the piece SHORTER. Honestly, I think compression was easier in my first few years of writing flash fiction (the years I wrote the stories in this book) than it is now! I’ve enrolled in SmokeLong Quarterly’s March Micro Marathon in hopes of goosing my ability to write very, very short.
“[The Ghost of Charles Bukowski] yearns for the bourgeois pleasure of watching a kid from the block heaving a mower east to west. He scratches his ghostly balls and relaxes into the salaryman’s fantasia: a sweating pitcher of lemonade he and the boy could share. A neighboring family to hate. A steak defrosting on the counter.”
Okay, it’s more than a sentence. I really do think Charles Bukowski is great. He retired in my home town and is buried there. To me, “The Ghost of Charles Bukowski Pines for His Job at the Mails” is an affectionate and funny tribute.
thick air and tawdry dramas
spiral hairdo
bra and panty set
watermelon and mint
horsey-smelling henna
white halter dress
pulse-shimmering
synthetic red roses
slit eyed and moue-ing
ammoniac tang
Vertigo Effect
Russian roommates
strappy orange sundress
fusilli curls
cottonwoods droop
San Juan Bautista
hip-sheathed knife
lively skeleton
velvet sanctuary
Spanish saints
Mulholland
clattering metal restroom
community theater scene
motor oil
mediocre carnivore
sinister Puritan hearts and wings
The Stranger’s Tomb
Skylab
Captain EO sunglasses
Cape Canaveral
birdcage in her chest
tiny wet teeth
Quaking Aspen
wildcatters
petroleum perfume
Terminal Island
Burlap Slackers
rockabilly heartthrob
tankini of boyfriends
surrounded by octopi
I’m writing some, although I’m more in reading and “admin” mode these days. I’m seeking a publisher for my second collection, which I am so proud of. It’s called, “Are You Experienced?” (Or, depending on where I am sending it, “Port Town.”) Most of the works are set in the Port of Los Angeles area where I’m from. I’m reading for both SmokeLong Quarterly and STORY Magazine, as well as for the Wigleaf 50. There’s so much exciting work out there. Lately, I’m inspired by the collections How to Pronounce Knife by Souvankham Thammavongsa and Bliss Montage by Ling Ma.
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